For two things accept my unmitigated thanks!—first for having done the King of Prussia so famously; that the innocent heart of old Krasinski leapt for joy—secondly for a more ‘questionable’ kindness viz: having doneFOR Strafford!2 Hang that “Legitimate drammar”! or in my husband's more poetical dialect “the Devil fly away with it.” I have told him3 all along that it was poor stuff & had better not see the light—or at least have the light see it— But no! it was a great and glorious piece of work in its author's opinion; and I, and all who failed to recognise it for
such, were blinded by envy or some other of the evil passions— I was so glad you did not praise it, and so undo all the salutary influence which my
abuse of it might ultimately exert on him.

My husband is likely to turn up here in about a week—his shadow (his Brother) is cast before him—arrived last night4—

In the course of my domestic earthquake among the various things that emerged out of the deep was your hamper—which I should surely, on my own authority return—seeing that there is no definite prospect of your ever getting back your books!5—and that, should such unexpected piece of good luck be in store for you, other more suitable conveyance than a hamper may be found for them—

Pray do not let the carrier make you pay the carriage over again—it is a way with our carriers to think that things can never
be too many times paid.